Category: karma

i am a fractal infecting the matrix—a reborn intifada uprooting the empire’s military bases…from the sands of the desert where divinity recreates us—we craft a reborn faith whose zeitgeist can sustain us…we need a holy war to uproot this toxic fascist order—a jihad of epic proportions to ensure our people aren’t destroyed…our manic minds imagine …

i want to shower with you–to watch warm water caressing the contours of your lithe and inviting body… i want to share moments that dream of futures–to imagine the improbable and aspire to the inspirational… i want to hold you close in heart and in soul–to let you penetrate my mind and body… i want …

nocturnal visions and prophecies suffuse our world and let her breathe…craving love and refusing sleep—crafting verses driving deep…pentagons and hexagons—trapezoids and octagons…geometry voiced by our freedom songs—doing right and righting wrongs…we weave the tapestry of a new religion from disparate threads of divergent spiritual traditions…grounding our energy through meditation—seeking karmic cosmic revelations…contrasting colors weave in …

we are the ones we’ve been waiting for—we are a people becoming an army knocking on destiny’s door…we aspire to become living gods or at least to become more—we throw down to the house beat driving our armored boots into the floor…cosmology and astrology conjure reborn numerology—like a symphony and like divine infantry we rewrite …

like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past and present trauma and pain …

they walk among us disrobed and disguised—i seek fulfillment and connection when i stare into their eyes…seductive but liminal—both here and away…we fuck through the night and we do lines to welcome the day…i pray for my angels—i pray for my mind…our lust is a cradle in which our souls are intertwined…cupid comes calling—propelling arrows …

staccato pulsating rhythms envelop my soul and mind—i envision your body exposed lying vulnerably next to mine…the allure of orgasmic intoxication amplifies every gesture—i contemplate what we might become and what a presence i lie next to…sex is our most primitive currency—sex work our oldest occupation…i struggle to contain my carnal intensity—i struggle to achieve …

our minds teem with divine and sentient seeds—roving connecting bringing consciousness into being…psychiatry forces neurodiversity into boxes–consumed with pathologization and discredited logic—discreet diagnoses overlap and interbreed creating a world full of NEOs–we resist neoliberal hegemony and imagine new ways of sensing cosmic signals…psychosocial distress is a symptom of our system’s decay—as we resist our brains …

its indictment monday and heads are rolling—its a perp walk of the privileged and our resistance is growing…we are fighting for regime change here at home—we are fighting for a future that justice and karma will condone…manafort is going down—flynn was booted out in disgrace…but we need more than the other party in power—we need …

its been more than three years since i jumped off key bridge—almost ending a life that at the time felt so tortured…never consciously suicidal i was caught in a visceral panic attack following a dream that felt like a premonition of a torturous shift at the georgetown establishment known as kafe leopold…so i guess that …

i am navigating ungodly hours and am hard wired by the energy i envision in our translucent night sky…ripples of light appearing like ancient hieroglyphics or cave paintings—all signs of spiritual transcendence impossible to deny…symbols tattooed into the clouds—melding contemporary graffiti with ancient mayan and egyptian iconography…i have spent the night in the company of …

the night is pregnant with possibilities aroused and penetrated by my manic brain…the joy is punctuated with urgency—and i am anything but insane..we are organizing with all our strength to uproot a totalitarian regime—we are fighting to amplify our many struggles using all of our arsenal deployed by any means…my brain is wired with intensity—flying …

we’ve been in the orbit of the same celestial presence—we’ve shared compelling moments—examining her essence…neurochemistry firing on speed—dopamine in overdrive…we clicked instantaneously—feeling euphorically alive…beauty comes in many guises—love wears many masks…i feel a potent connection—i have met a brother on my karmic path…polyamorous and pantheistic—we live it up and conspire…vibing to beautiful music and rhythm—we …

she is a ninja of the night—a living angel aloft in flight…she is the mistress of sexual delight—and the arbiter of cosmic karma’s might…our sisters are rising proud—demanding solidarity…its time to shut patriarchy down—time for transcendent feminism to claim the streets…we marched for black women—we marched to uproot white supremacy…meaningful reforms are never given—they are …

we are slaves to technology—and to the class in control…we transcribe a new pedagogy—reclaiming the creative human soul…the ancient rites of fire deserve a postmodern rebirth…fire destroys but it also gives birth…i meditate to flames fueled by wax and harder drugs—i will my mind to find peace—to look inward and live with love…the flames are …

platinum-clad ladies vogue at the discotheque–leaving all the boys pining–hard-wired horned and wet…we rock the dance floor pounding hard with no regrets…we throw elbows and clame our space turning tricks and turning heads…femmed-out men in full length skirts–queering power branding fame…making it seductive and making it work–ensuring that every street corner is branded with our …